Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
The Minearverse 2: Getting his words out.
"There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel, this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.